Chapter 1591: 1591. The Dungeon

Tilting his toes to look at the underground food city, Li Du sighed, "This place is really big and there are so many people."

"After all, its predecessor was the largest air-raid shelter in Seattle." Luguan laughed.

During World War II, a large air-raid shelter was built under Pike Square. After the war ended, the air-raid shelter was remodeled several times but there were no good projects.

Later, the government gave up its jurisdiction over this place, and gradually it became a gathering place for homeless people.

Homeless people also want to eat, so some low-end food trucks have come here to provide cheap and high-calorie food.

Seattle was originally a second-tier city. Later, it seized the opportunity of the Internet and gradually developed. Many Internet giants settled here, and many young people came to find jobs and live here.

These people are the earliest IT men in the world. At that time, the Internet boom had not yet appeared, and the salary was very low. They had to find ways to save money.

In terms of food, they gradually discovered the cheap food in the underground plaza, and they came here to buy food one after another.

The vagrants come from all over the United States and even all over the world. They are white, black, yellow, African, Japanese, Chinese, European, Middle Eastern and South American, etc. They are a mixed bag.

They come from all over the world, so they bring food from all over the world. IT men also come from all over the United States, with complex food tastes, but no matter what style of food you like, you can always find it here.

After a long time, as the IT guys start to make money from the Internet, they start to get rich and their tastes start to be tricky.

Subtly, the stalls were gradually upgraded, vendors and chefs began to pay attention to hygiene, and began to introduce some relatively high-grade food.

This attracts more diners, and the underground food city forms a virtuous circle: more and more people come to eat, the more money vendors make, the more money they have to improve the eating environment, the more attractive they are, the more people come to eat many……

In the end, a wonderful underground food city was formed. Food vendors and their followers changed the traditional market and created an independent food carnival night.

Up to now, the underground food city has not only food, but also music performances.

It used to be a gathering place for homeless people, but now it has become a lair for homeless singers and artists. They can enjoy some discounts when eating in the food city, and they can even exchange their food for food.

For example, wandering singers, they can offer songs at a certain booth, and as long as the boss is satisfied, he can treat them to a delicious meal.

There are also wandering painters, who will find a place to set up an easel to paint portraits for the diners to make money. When the diners are waiting, they will buy some snacks and drinks from left and right to pass the time.

Therefore, this invisibly helped the stall owners increase their turnover, and the bosses reciprocated, and entertained them with food and drink.

Some stalls even formed cooperation with these wandering artists. Some outstanding wandering singers would stay in certain stalls, and these bosses paid them some money besides eating and drinking.

Li Du walked among the crowded crowd, looking at all this casually, and thought it was quite interesting.

Chinese food is very popular in underground food cities, because it is quick to prepare and high in calories. Eating such a food on a winter night will make people instinctively satisfied.

Li Du held a piece of fried pork belly in his hand, and then he heard a familiar Dongbei accent: "Come on, old iron, you are welcome, I will give you a big skewer, and this, this is the treasure in the palm, the best, eat it Let's eat..."

He looked through the crowd and saw a guy working behind the barbecue stand. There were several people standing in front of the grill. He was serving an old black man in ragged clothes.

The old black man looked like a homeless man, with messy hair, beard, clothes, rough skin, and calloused hands.

The old man held some meat skewers in his hand. Although he could not understand Chinese, he could understand what the stall owner meant, so he chewed and shook his head: "OK, OK, thank you buddy, I have enough, I eat enough Yes, you are a good man, God bless you, I don't want it anymore, you go and help others, God bless you."

Li Du walked over to line up to order a few big meat skewers. The young man looked up at him and said with a smile, "Chinese?"

"Yes." Li Du replied in Mandarin, "Are you a compatriot from Northeast China?"

The guy took off his gloves and stretched out his hand to him, with a brighter smile on his face: "Yes, that's Gada, haha, hello, hello, you ordered quite a lot, my skewer is big, can you eat it? "

Li Du pointed behind him and said, "Your group is big, but mine is large. My surname is Li. What do you call me?"

"Yang Dong, because I was born in winter, my dad wanted to save trouble, haha, he gave me such a name." The boy laughed loudly.

Seeing his compatriots obviously made him very happy, so he quickly cleared a small table and invited Li Du to sit down: "Come on, buddy, sit down and have two drinks, I'll give you a discounted price."

Li Du smiled and said: "I thought you would invite me, I see that old gentleman you invited just now, right?"

Yang Dong rubbed his nose and said, "Hey, you look like a rich man, how can you care about my brother's meal? Hehe, that old man is a homeless man. I won't earn money from homeless men. I just came to Seattle At that time, I was desperate and wandered, and I knew it was uncomfortable, so I will help if I can."

His kebabs are big and flavorful, which is very in line with American preferences, and soon there are people waiting in line in front of the booth.

Yang Dong pointed at him and said, "Brother, you can eat a couple of bites by yourself now, I'll go do some work, let's chat later."

Li Du poured a glass of beer and signaled him to be casual. This buddy's personality was very similar to his Northeast classmate, outgoing, generous, and straightforward.

After a busy day, Yang Dong came back and sat down with his pants pulled up. He poured himself a glass of beer and asked, "Did you come to America for fun or settled down here?"

Li Du thought for a while and said, "How should I put it? I'm not in Seattle. I come to Seattle for work. I usually stay in Los Angeles and have a green card, but I'm not an American citizen, and my household registration is still in my hometown."

Yang Dong rubbed his nose again and said, "You're right, brother, you're in Los Angeles? The city of angels is a big city. I wanted to go there too, but it's not easy."

Li Du asked while licking the skewers: "Why is it so difficult? You can't speak English well?"

Yang Dong said: "Hey, I have no problem with English. Otherwise, why did you leave your hometown and come to the United States? The reason why I always speak my hometown dialect is because I like to speak it, secondly, it has a hometown flavor, and thirdly, it is a means of promotion. Let customers know that I am authentic Chinese food."

"I can't tell you what to do. Alas, it's just boring. There are no good job opportunities. Here in Seattle, I have a place to sell skewers. How about going to Los Angeles? I can't sell skewers, haha."